I almost adopted a 3rd dog last week. I’ve said for awhile now that I couldn’t handle a 3rd dog unless I grew a 3rd arm. Managing my two bike/kid reactive dogs is already a handful. Wrangling them when I have contractors in my home or taking them to the vets together can be a challenge. When I am injured or ill, I don’t have a backup person to help out so all three of us are out of sorts until I’m back on my feet.
What happened was as I was updating my Will, I was frequenting a couple of local dog rescue websites to get their TAX ID info, read about their needs and, out curiosity, browse their adoptable dogs.
One dog grabbed my attention. He was small, dog friendly, 3 years old and acclimated to to a mutlidog household. I started thinking maybe I could handle a 3rd dog because he’s small.
I went back and forth in my head – should I or shouldn’t I?
I did a mental pros and cons list.
I asked myself why I wanted another dog. Did I need another dog? Was something missing from my life? Would I disrupt the good thing I’ve got going already with my two current dogs who get along great? Would I be introducing chaos and problems into my relatively easy life?
I decided not to do it for all the obvious reasons. #1 being I have 2 arms.
Two days later, still obsessing about this, I submitted an application. That same day, I noticed he was removed from one of the two websites he was listed on.
I guessed he might have been adopted.
It’s been about 5 days and I’ve heard nothing back from the rescue. It’s an all volunteer agency and they say it takes 4-5 business days before they can respond.
They might never respond if he’s already taken anyway. I won’t hold it against them. I’m sure they are doing their best to get dogs into good homes and no reply to me gives me my answer anyway.
Since then, I’ve kept an eye on a few local rescues in case another “perfect dog” pops up. Who knows, I might adopt one even if I don’t grow a 3rd arm.